CHAPTER 19: THE ART OF SEDUCTION
"Do you really have to leave, my Lord?" Narcissa groaned, her voice a husky whisper as she entwined her bare legs with his. She pressed a series of soft, lingering kisses to his neck and cheek, her breath warm against his skin.
Harry chuckled, his laughter a tired yet contented sound as he lay back, his eyes tracing the cream ceiling above. The ceiling was familiar, the place from which her photograph had been taken, now bordered with an ornate golden trim that transitioned into rich, deep red walls adorned with intricate white and gold patterns of lilies and stags. Subtle, Narcissa was not, but her effort was undeniable; she had clearly been busy, redesigning her boudoir in a bold play to be his partner in all things.
The bed beneath them was covered with Potter-red blankets atop luxurious cream sheets, their silky texture adding to the opulence of the room. Harry let out a sigh, thinking that if he had gotten more than an hour or two of sleep, he might have felt truly rested. But Narcissa had been just as voracious as he was, teasing him with her hands after he had first finished in her. She had treated him to a long, debauched blowjob after he was spent a second time, her lips rubbing along his cockhead, her tongue swirling around his balls, leaving marks of her red lipstick all over his shaft. This morning, she had woken him by simply riding him, her body moving with a rhythm that was both sensual and demanding. He had placed his hands on her thick hips as she bounced and ground against him, a look of pure pleasure on her face.
"Do you really want me to stay, Cissy?" Harry murmured, his fingers playing with her hair as she kissed his collarbone.
"Yes, my Lord," she replied, her voice filled with a longing that tugged at something deep inside him. "I want you here, with me."
He smiled, a genuine warmth in his eyes. "You might pop if I shoot inside of you anymore," he teased, his tone light yet affectionate.
Narcissa laughed, a soft, melodic sound that filled the room. She swept a hand over her curved stomach, her skin still warm from their passionate lovemaking. "I might, but what a way to go," she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Besides, can you blame me for wanting more?"
Harry shook his head, a playful grin on his lips. "You are insatiable, woman."
"And you love it," she shot back, her tone equally playful.
He couldn't deny it. There was something about Narcissa that was utterly irresistible. She was a temptress, a seductress, and he was helpless against her charms. "I do," he admitted, his voice softening. "I love everything about you."
She smiled, a tender expression that made his heart skip a beat. "Then stay a little longer," she urged, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest. "Just a little while more."
Harry sighed, torn between his desire to stay and the responsibilities waiting for him. "I wish I could, but there are things I need to take care of."
Narcissa's expression faltered for a moment, but she quickly masked it with a sultry smile. "Then promise me you'll come back soon."
"I promise," he said, his voice firm. "I'll come back to you."
She nodded, satisfaction gleaming in her eyes. "I'll hold you to that, my Lord."
He leaned in, capturing her lips in a lingering kiss, a silent promise that he would indeed return to her. As they parted, he saw the determination in her eyes, a reflection of his own. They were partners in this, whatever it was, and he knew he would always find his way back to her.
Reluctantly, Harry began to disentangle himself from Narcissa, who let out a small, disappointed sigh but didn't try to stop him. He stood up, stretching his muscles before reaching for his clothes. Narcissa watched him, her gaze filled with a mix of admiration and longing.
"Be careful out there," she said softly, her eyes never leaving his.
"I will," he assured her, giving her one last smile before he turned and left the room, his mind already on the challenges ahead.
As the door closed behind him, Narcissa lay back on the bed, a satisfied smile on her lips. She would wait for him, as she always did, knowing that he would return to her. Their bond was strong, and nothing could break it.
"My Lord is so virile, he has to be careful where he relieves himself," Narcissa teased, her voice a sultry purr as she grabbed his arm and guided his fingers down to her swollen petals. Harry spread them obediently, and they both watched in fascination as a flood of his hot seed gushed down her bottom. Fully aware of his gaze and his predilections, Narcissa's fingers caught some of his sticky essence, bringing it to her lips to be slowly sucked, her eyes meeting his with a smoldering intensity. Her long eyelashes fluttered closed with pleasure.
"Your Lord needs to go back to Hogwarts," Harry stated, though his voice lacked the certainty he had hoped for.
"Harry…" she moaned throatily, her hands shooting out to grab his semi-hard shaft. "I can't get enough of you."
"Soon, my sweet. I'll come back for a whole weekend, how about that?" he promised, his tone tender yet firm.
"Promise?" she asked, her eyes searching his for assurance.
"Promise."
Her face lit up, transforming her into a giddy teenager once more. Harry could tell she was already planning the debauchery for their next encounter.
"I'll wear something naughty for you," Cissy declared, her voice filled with playful mischief.
Harry gave her ass an affectionate squeeze before reluctantly rolling out of bed. Narcissa groaned as she tried and failed to rise, her huge stomach and aching muscles protesting.
"Rest, sweetheart," Harry instructed gently. "You'll need time to process all that magic. Spend a few hours in bed. That's an order."
She pouted, her lips forming a perfect, sulky curve. "I wanted to make you breakfast before you left. I've been practicing for you. Tibby and the other elves have been furious."
"Next time," he reassured her with a soft smile. "Good work on the letters. Send them out immediately. I don't want any negotiation. They've had years without paying their dues to House Potter. If the business is in good standing and they're still not paying, get the solicitors to send in the Goblins."
"Yes, My Lord," Narcissa replied, her tone shifting to one of professional determination. She understood the importance of their family's legacy and the power it wielded.
Harry dressed quickly, his mind already shifting to the responsibilities awaiting him at Hogwarts. As he fastened his cloak, he turned back to Narcissa, who was watching him with a mix of longing and admiration.
"Take care, Harry," she said softly, her eyes never leaving his.
"I will," he replied, giving her one last, lingering look. "Rest well, and I'll see you soon."
With that, he left the room, the door closing quietly behind him. Narcissa lay back on the bed, a satisfied smile on her lips. She knew their bond was strong and that he would always return to her. Their next weekend together would be one to remember.
As Harry made his way through the elegant corridors of the manor, his thoughts were already on the tasks ahead. Hogwarts awaited, and with it, a myriad of challenges. But in the back of his mind, the memory of Narcissa's touch and the promise of their next encounter lingered, fueling his determination.
Narcissa, meanwhile, allowed herself a moment of indulgence, her fingers tracing the places where Harry had touched her. She could still feel the warmth of his hands, the intensity of their connection. Smiling to herself, she resolved to make their next encounter even more memorable.
With a sigh, she finally allowed herself to relax, her body sinking into the luxurious sheets. She had work to do, letters to send, and preparations to make for Harry's return. But for now, she would rest and savor the lingering sensations of their morning together.
Harry, now fully dressed and ready to face the day, paused at the manor's entrance. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the responsibilities that awaited him. But as he stepped out into the crisp morning air, he couldn't help but smile. The promise of Narcissa's touch, the warmth of her affection, and the anticipation of their next encounter gave him the strength to face whatever lay ahead.
"I'm working on Abbott and Bones at the moment. Abbott will be mine soon, a nice bonus, but Bones is still playing hard to get. I told her I was thinking of making her Lady Potter."
Cissy swallowed hard. As a soon-to-be widow, a mother, and an older woman, she could never have expected to be the new Lady Potter. But she'd hoped.
"It's a wise choice, my Lord," she said diplomatically.
"Is it?" Harry scowled at her. "I didn't claim you so you could agree with everything I say and do, Narcissa."
"Bones and Potter combined would make for a sizeable voting bloc in the Wizengamot, my Lord," Narcissa replied, pursing her lips thoughtfully. "But it would come with its own difficulties. There would be an expectation to align with the Ministry. Even though Susan's aunt is more open-minded than most, you'd still be sidelining the creatures—the vampires, the werewolves, the giants."
"And the Purebloods?" Harry asked, his tone probing.
"Purebloods are mostly concerned with money," Narcissa explained. "That means a lot of them are aligned with the Dark at the moment. But a Potter-Bones coalition would be hugely popular among the common people. The optics, her background as a victim of the Dark Lord, your own brand." She cocked her head, looking sophisticated even as she lay propped up on pillows for his gaze, his seed leaking out of her nether lips. "The Purebloods wouldn't want to oppose you directly."
"What other choices do I have?" he asked as he continued dressing, casting a quick spell to wash away the sweat and sex.
"Greengrass, the older, would give you access to the Dark," Narcissa suggested.
"Even after Voldemort tried to kill them?" Harry inquired, raising an eyebrow.
"Especially then. Sheltering a family from Voldemort, the first family to be safe when the Dark Lord really wanted them dead, that would be a powerful image. The Greengrasses are all about money, and the Dark would know that their economic interests would be protected. Free market without Ministry regulations, and keeping the status quo on the same tax regulations that Fudge introduced under my husband's direction—the ones that so benefit us."
"You sound like you prefer Daphne," Harry observed, his gaze steady on Narcissa.
Narcissa arched a brow, a subtle smile playing on her lips. "Daphne is a practical choice. Her family's interests align well with what you're trying to achieve. But ultimately, the decision is yours, my Lord."
Harry nodded thoughtfully. "I'll consider it. Thank you, Narcissa."
"Of course, my Lord," she replied, her voice soft yet confident. "Whatever you decide, I will support you."
Harry stepped closer, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Rest well, Cissy. I'll see you soon."
With that, he turned and left the room, his mind already whirling with the possibilities and strategies that lay ahead. Narcissa watched him go, a mixture of pride and longing in her eyes. She knew he had a difficult path ahead, but she also knew he was more than capable of navigating it.
As Harry exited the manor and walked down the path leading to the gates, he felt a renewed sense of purpose. The morning air was crisp, invigorating, and he drew strength from it. He had allies to secure, battles to fight, and a world to shape. And with Narcissa's unwavering support, he felt ready to take on whatever challenges awaited him.
Meanwhile, Narcissa lay back, allowing herself a moment of satisfaction. She had planted the seeds of thought, guiding Harry in the direction she believed was best. Now, it was up to him to make the final decisions. She would be there to support him, no matter what, ensuring that their shared vision for the future came to fruition.
Harry rubbed the back of his neck. "We met properly on the train. I'm keeping my options open."
Narcissa's eyes narrowed thoughtfully. "She doesn't seem like a girl easily seduced, from what little I know of her."
He grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "It's not your classic seduction."
Narcissa shook her head, her hand caressing her inflated stomach. It seemed to calm her. "I don't necessarily prefer her. But she wouldn't exclude your interests in the Light in the same way that Bones would push away the Dark. Harry Potter, the savior who saved her family, protects her, falls in love. That's a great story."
Harry hummed as he pulled on his Gryffindor tie, trying in vain to settle his tousled hair. "Anyone else?"
"I would have said Chang, a year ago," she replied, her tone contemplative.
"Cho?" Harry said, surprised.
Narcissa nodded. "They're relatively new, but they mean business. They've got real wealth and real connections with China. Lucius always suspected they had official support from the Chinese magical government. When they get involved in an industry, the incumbent parties tend to find themselves dead, or moving out of town. Nobody really likes them, but nobody likes 'new money'. It doesn't matter much; if they have China's resources behind them, they can make moves anywhere in the world."
She slunk out of bed and fixed his tie for him, unable to meet his eyes. Her fingers were deft and quick, adjusting the knot with practiced ease.
He squeezed her bottom playfully. "Don't worry, Cissy." He read her emotions with a knowing look. "I'll always have time for you."
Harry gave her a deep, long kiss, Narcissa clutching at his robes with her fists, nipping at his lip with a fierce intensity. He felt her desire and her unspoken worries mingling in the kiss. When they finally pulled away, both were slightly breathless.
"I know you will," she whispered, her voice soft yet filled with determination. "Just promise me you'll be careful."
"I promise," he said firmly, giving her one last affectionate squeeze.
With a final look, Harry Apparated away, the familiar pull of magic whisking him from the manor. Narcissa stood there for a moment, a hand on her lips, savoring the lingering taste of him. She knew he faced many challenges, but she also knew he had the strength and cunning to overcome them. She would be here, waiting, planning, and ready to support him in every way possible.
Narcissa took a deep breath and returned to her tasks. There were letters to be sent, plans to be made, and a future to secure. She felt a renewed sense of purpose, knowing that she played a crucial role in Harry's life and ambitions. As she began her work, a satisfied smile played on her lips. Together, they would shape the world to their vision, one step at a time.
Feeling a sudden wave of exhaustion and contentment, Narcissa swooned, becoming momentarily weightless as she fell back onto the bed. She scooted under the blanket, sighing contentedly into her pillow. Dreamily, she stroked her stomach, her thoughts still lingering on the intimate moments they had shared. The pillow smelled like him, a comforting reminder of his presence and their connection.
Closing her eyes, Narcissa let herself drift for a moment, savoring the sensation of the soft sheets and the lingering scent of Harry. The future was uncertain and full of challenges, but with Harry by her side, she felt ready to face whatever came their way.
Narcissa closed her eyes, savoring the lingering scent of Harry on the pillow. She felt a deep sense of satisfaction, knowing that she had a significant role in shaping their shared future. Her thoughts drifted to the plans and strategies they had discussed, the alliances they needed to forge, and the battles they would face together.
With a final contented sigh, she allowed herself to relax completely, letting the warmth of the blankets and the softness of the pillow envelop her. The morning's exertions had left her pleasantly exhausted, and she knew she needed rest to be at her best for the tasks ahead.
As sleep began to claim her, Narcissa's last conscious thought was of Harry—his determination, his strength, and the promise of their next encounter. She smiled softly, knowing that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together.
Meanwhile, Harry reappeared at Hogwarts, the familiar surroundings of his office providing a stark contrast to the opulent manor he had just left. He took a moment to compose himself, adjusting his robes and running a hand through his tousled hair. The responsibilities awaiting him demanded his full attention, and he couldn't afford to be distracted.
Sitting down at his desk, Harry began sorting through the parchments piled high. Reports, letters, and various documents required his attention. His mind, however, kept drifting back to his conversation with Narcissa. Her insights and support were invaluable, and he felt a renewed sense of determination to make the right choices.
He picked up a letter from Amelia Bones, feeling the weight of the potential alliance. Amelia was a formidable ally, and her support would be crucial. But Narcissa's words echoed in his mind, reminding him of the complexities and potential pitfalls of such an alliance. He would need to tread carefully, balancing the interests of the Light and Dark factions to achieve his goals.
As he worked through the documents, Harry's thoughts shifted to the other potential alliances. Daphne Greengrass and Cho Chang—each offered unique advantages and challenges. He needed to consider every angle, every possible outcome, to make the best decision for the future he envisioned.
Hours passed as Harry meticulously reviewed each document, made notes, and formulated plans. The weight of leadership was heavy, but he bore it with a sense of purpose. He was not alone in this; he had allies, supporters, and most importantly, he had Narcissa.
Finally, as the sun began to set, casting long shadows across his office, Harry leaned back in his chair, feeling a sense of accomplishment. There was still much to be done, but he had made significant progress. The path ahead was clearer, and he felt more prepared to face the challenges.
He stood up, stretching to relieve the tension in his muscles. His thoughts wandered back to Narcissa, wondering how she was faring. He made a mental note to check on her later, ensuring she was well and ready for the tasks they had planned.
With renewed determination, Harry left his office, heading to the Great Hall for dinner. He knew he had a long road ahead, but with Narcissa by his side and the alliances he was forging, he was confident they would succeed in shaping the world to their vision. Together, they were unstoppable.
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